Your rag tag team of newly licensed Lancers has been stationed at a remote space station to ensure nothing makes it off this quarantined planet. The Union has denied to reveal any further details.
Description:
Fresh out of Lancer training your team has been sent to the deepest darkest corner of Union territory. Your job, shoot down anything trying to leave the Epsilon Tau 7's atmosphere. Your team has been here 3 months and other than a passing meteor shower a week ago the most excitement you've had was when the zero G toilet malfunctioned. Well until 3 minutes ago when the atmospheric exit warning systems started going crazy...